JASMINE
The coachman laughed.
“You’re right,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “But I hope you aren’t trying to go against the Master. We both know that would go poorly for all involved.
“I won’t,” Elsa swore. “I wouldn’t ever do that.”
The coachman nodded and glanced over at me, lowering his voice as if that would keep me from hearing him. I couldn’t be that surprised. He seemed no older than me, perhaps even younger. He likely had no idea about what the members of House Madden went through when they came of age.
The training camp was brutal and intensive but it taught me how to be stealthy. My hearing was better than most, so I was able to hear every single word, no matter how low he whispered.
He and Elsa might be assassins and kidnappers but I was not prey.
I was a predator.
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